Melt me (c)old
Scar my sparks, you clouds spill death in shadow-breath, ice-breeze withered leaves twist bloom from roses, grey my garden’s green, dance me broken glass; dull my shimmer, lull me blind. […]
Scar my sparks, you clouds spill death in shadow-breath, ice-breeze withered leaves twist bloom from roses, grey my garden’s green, dance me broken glass; dull my shimmer, lull me blind. […]
deep emotions puzzled him raged as thunder embered skin too hot sadness weighted, wilted sinking underneath he’s brined intestines snaking, burning spit obstructed breath for a noose prepared no symphonies […]
Depressed in darkness silence sieved forgive as Sisyphos once pushed his weight from heights my head is drumbeats; darkly calls this fall of rotting leaves; I’m small beneath the pewter […]
Bridges should unite not part, they should be more beginnings than an end. Her phone vibrated in her pocket, just like it did the day they called: “Is this Joanne […]
In anemic autumn, shadows chasing breath — a sickle sickness prints and clots with little death: a tear-trickled lacing rot in sentenced gloom, choking on the fags: doomed to tint […]
Writing about living in two places (and times)
Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
practising for a whole life
haikai poetry matters
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis